Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

She was the rose of Sharon paradise lost
From the city of seven hills near the place of the
I was playing a show in Miami in the theater of comedy
about Jesus, told about the rain
She told me about the jungle where her were slain
By the man who had been dyin', who disappeared so

Was she a or a woman, did we go too far?
Were we sniper bait, did we follow a
a hole in the wall to where the long arm of the law cannot not reach
Could I been used and played as a
It certainly was as the gay night wore on
Where men bathed in and practiced the hoax of free speech

And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to
Fanning the in the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of on them iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything that's to me nearer to the fire

Sea blowin', there's a hellhound loose
Redeemed men, who escaped from the noose
faith and salvation, waiting for the night to arrive
He was well connected, but her heart was a
And she had left him to die in
He was goin' down slow, barely staying alive

The cry of the peacock, flies buzz my
Ceiling fan broken, there's a in my bed
band playing "Nearer My God to Thee"
We met at the station where the bells ring
She said, "I what you're thinking, but there ain't a thing
You can do it, so let us just agree to agree"

And Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the flames in the furnace of
And them distant ships of liberty on iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything that's near to me to the fire

Atlantic by the cold grey sea
Hear a voice crying, "Daddy," I always think for me
But only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call
Every new messenger brings report
'Bout armies on the and time that is short
And and earthquakes and train wrecks and the tearin' down of the wall

Did you ever have a dream, you couldn't explain?
Ever meet accusers, face to face in the rain?
She had chrome eyes that I won't forget as long as she's gone
I see the screws breakin' loose, see the pounding on tin
I see a house in the country being apart from within
I can hear my ancestors from the land far beyond

And them winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
the flames in the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron so bold and free
Bringing everything that's near to me to the fire